Lies

Melancholic obituary, scary, deadly, barely friendly
The heavy comments take toll as soon as your on a roll
Because I'm the asshole for getting a VIP ticket at the super bowl
Because what do I know? Edgar Alan Poe, dead bush like a crow
Big blow towards the sinners as they'd already figured
I'd rather be disfigured than be a killer, like Adolf Hitler
In the mirror what I see ain't sinister, yet I'm a monster to the media
Bullshit on Wikipedia, fake news that thеy spread for personal profit
Hey, lеt me say the opposite, I'm not gonna submit to a fake bit
Desperate ticket holders, game of cards, I'm not a folder
I'll take the hit, but not for a fake bitch, hot tub streams on twitch
Wear a bikini and become a success
Seduce men by the way you undress
Say your sorry because it's the way you express
And now you go tell the news that I oppress
So you put stress on me in this process
But claim that all I talk is nonsense?
But bitch all you talk is bullshit, and sex
But hey, at least you got your Rolex!
Stole my money, forgave you and took you to the decks
Took you on a yacht, loved you so complex
But then you sent another man a text
And look what happened when I came to address
You started throwing fits, glass and threats
Your Only Fans projects and the fact you had no regrets
Fly on private jets, lifestyle you wanted, I said take it in steps
But you refused, and I'm the one who gets the checks
Cuck you out mid-air, change subjects
And so I do as you burn out another one of your cigarettes
Big sweats as she looks down as sees her debts
Because of the heads to heads and dumbass bets
And she thinks in the blink of an eye, she gets what she gets
And wants what she gets, so I skip next
Divorce on that piece of paper as she refuses to sign
Yet guess what, I'm the fucking bad guy
I'm loyal, I'm great, that's no fucking debate
I'm royal, I'm one to cate, but no need to fucking declare rape
I've got the convos on tape
I'd appreciate if you'd quickly own up before your awaited fate
For fuck sake
Earthquake, take it steady, here's a letter that's hot and heavy
Police come bursting into my door over a rumour
I wish she had told me sooner, at least a fucking warning
But no, I'm in handcuffs for resisting arrest
Fucking hell bitch I did my best, and now I wait for trial
And the rage builds up as I wait meanwhile
And there you go, proved not guilty, fuck humanity and her insanity
Call it an unlucky tragedy, when it's just a insane woman's strategy
Turned the so called happy into reality
When she's the one who got the sentence in the law's sanity
Fiction tales like the Easter bunny and scammed out of my earned money
Made a new enemy in the process guess that was our destiny
But her southern tone gave a injury prone man a microphone
To shut her up, a voiceless man to take the throne
And now as her notoriety dies
I can lay down and stare into the skies
I can finally put my eyes on the prize
I can finally ignore her lies